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THRALL

COURT Unseelie
TITLE Waywarden
OCCUPATION Warchief, Elemental Babysitter
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Ta'ri Trading Post, Azure
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Scima (fairly nice quarters), Ta'ri Trading Post

MAJOR EVENTS

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HIGHLIGHT
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PLANS
Thrall needs a network, so he will be reaching out to people on all sides. Those with information will interest him greatly. He may do his best to smooth over anti-shardbearer sentiment but there are no solid plans to get him involved with that yet. He is slowly heading in a more neutral direction as he despises war, and to that end, he will also be shielding/protecting children, refugees, and other non-combatants. Much of his energy will be devoted to healing the damage the war has wrought and communing with spirits.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Thrall will have his own spot of land to outfit and strengthen as he pleases. This new base will act as a great place of operations for him, and a good place to stop since it's basically right in the middle of the map. Nice.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - Thrall helps with unfreezing the Roc's frozen rampage. BOON EVENT
MARCH - Thrall helps out in Azure, meets Wan.
MARCH - Waver hands over the keys to the old Barrel.
MARCH - Rin calls Thrall up on da phone and tells him to get his ass down here.
MARCH - Thrall helps Rin & the Barrel (2) with healing some damage down south, helps with her garden.
APRIL - Shardbearers hear harps in their dreams, can smash it to make it stop. BOON EVENT
APRIL - Waver comes by.
APRIL - Saber comes by.
MAY - Fairy rings and lockets stop working. Monarchs disappear. Thrall goes golden swan hunting.
MAY - Swan hunting w/ Diarmuid.
MAY - Javik comes by the TTP.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

JUNE - Treun festival. Thrall will watch, but he won't participate in the melee unless needed. He bothers Hiro though because gambling is bad.
JUNE - Thrall and Lia have a friendly duel.
JULY - Anti-shardbearer sentiment in Daonna. Thrall will strengthen security around his post just in case. Thrall takes Hiro on a ride around the neutral lands, surveying the damage the Jabberwhelp caused. Attempts to heal the earth will happen. They may or may not be successful.
AUGUST - Forest golems go crazy. Festival of Light happens in Leathann. Thrall isn't going.
AUGUST - Wan comes by TTP, asks for help with the golems. Thrall talks to the spirits and helps some of them feel better.
AUGUST - Connor comes by TTP.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

SEPTEMBER - Suddenly language barriers everywhere! Thrall speaks Common and Orcish and orcs are natural polyglots so this should be fun.
LATE SEPTEMBER - Brewfest? a.k.a. the Treun wreath festival. Maybe Thrall can get some imports for his pals.
LATE OCTOBER- Samhain! Sun does not rise; characters can go wherever they please; Black Shuck makes another appearance; giant party on the Cathraon. Thrall is going to the party with Vol'jin and he'll be dressed up as a dwarf because that's fucking hilarious, is what it is.
NOVEMBER - Some kind of prison break from Leathann. Thrall watches.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

LATE DECEMBER- Thrall will dress up as Greatfather Winter for Yule and give presents to the kids. Also both courts are trying to catch the White Hart.
JANUARY - Caer Scima is finally rebuilt, but Thrall does not return.
FEBRUARY - Something like Children's Week in Parrais. Several notable artists found murdered. Thrall is perturbed and wonders if it's tied to anti-shardbearer sentiment, but maybe not.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

MARCH - The dead rise again! Thrall will have no problems cutting down skeletons. He's dealt with the Scourge before.
APRIL - Imps and fairies both go missing?

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Next time then. [Hiro why are you already assuming there will be a next time? Whatever. It just makes sense to him. He doesn't seem to mind answering any of Thrall's questions, explaining in earnest as his hands gesticulate with each word.

Once they approach the shop he stops and listens to the rest of Thrall's explanation.]

So bribery in any sense of the word. That doesn't sound bad. [...that last part does though.] What...kind of visions?

[Thrall doesn't object to a next time. He's happy to spend time with friends, even if it's hard work. Especially if there's hard work involved, actually. He's better when he's busy and not left alone to dwell on things, because dwelling just makes him upset.

Something else they have in common.]

Negotiation moreso than bribery, but spirits are very fickle. [He rubs at his beard.] Some spirits are very aggressive about the messages they send. I've heard of fire spirits making a shaman think he was burning alive. They are only visions, so they cannot hurt anyone... thankfully. Still, a few shamans have the gift of true foresight. Any vision strong enough to persist ought to be considered.

[Funny how that works out, isn't it?]

So they're more like dreams than actual visions. Is there any way that a shaman can protect themselves from being subjected to the visions though? [You know what bro, he's just going to start picking out things that may fit Thrall. Surprisingly, there are a few.]

They tend to come as dreams, yes. [He shakes his head at that second part.] ... But, no. One cannot ever truly protect himself from them. It is important to be connected to the elements. To hear them. If one cannot speak to the spirits, then it is far more difficult to gain their favor.

[He watches Hiro pluck things off the rack.]

Some of these things are quite colorful.

What about things that aren't elements? There are other spirits floating around out there, aren't there? [He doesn't like the idea of guys like Thrall not being able to defend themselves from what he feels are intangible things.

The comment about the clothing amuses him though.] That's what happens when you enter the modern world. What's wrong with color?

Ah... yes, the spirits of the dead do occasionally creep in. Their messages are typically helpful, if not a bit unsettling. [Medivh was damn persistent but he was right. Talking to dead people is really just a part of life as an orc.] It is not uncommon for orc shamans to communicate with their ancestors.

Nothing is wrong with it, but I always thought I was colorful enough. [Haha.]

Sounds pretty creepy to me. I don't know what I'd do if I had a bunch of dead people trying to talk to me. [LITTLE DOES HE KNOW...oh well.] I guess the elements wouldn't be so bad though.

[He actually chuckles a bit as he shakes his head.] Funny. Trust me, it's not gonna be that bad. [Thrall please don't trust the kid's fashion sense, most of what he has in his hands are orc-sized jeans, shorts and t-shirts. It's horrible. Please stop him.] You trust me don't you?

I snapped at the first messenger I ever had. Thankfully, he was patient.

[What the hell is denim? Why is it blue? Why does that shirt have something written on it? His thick eyebrows furrow, and his blue eyes squint as a result.]

Of course I trust you. I simply do not trust that these things will hold up in the wilderness.

[The jeans look so tight... ugh...]

That's still probably better than anything I would have done. [For all we know, Hiro would punch a messenger in the face out of being startled.

Anyway, be glad it's Hiro trying to pick out clothes instead of his older brother. Thrall in skinny hipster jeans and old-man cardigans? It's not a pretty image.]

They're what I wear and I've been doing fine, don't you think?

Humans do not normally talk to their ancestors. I do not blame you for being a little startled.

[He's still side-eying those jeans though.]

I... suppose. I cannot argue how well they've held up.

[Still skeptical. Forever skeptical.]

... Perhaps not the red shirt. I do not want to look like a goblin.

I dunno. There are some people I wouldn't mind talking to since they're gone. [But whoops let's not talk about that let's talk about normal clothing.

He's just grabbing things really. Thrall apparently gets zero say in these things.]

Is red usually associated with goblins? [Because have you seen his favorite shirt man...have you?]

Mm. [Yeah, there's some people he'd like to talk to, too. But he usually doesn't try. He feels like the spirits of his parents and Taretha ought to stay at rest. He's... afraid of what they'll say. Of what they will think.]

They like to wear things that stand out... so, red against green at times. Personally, I'd rather not look like a holiday decoration.

Good point. [He tilts his head, scrunching his face a bit as he's clearly channeling his inner Honey Lemon.] Blues and grays probably then. All I'm saying is that you'll probably be way more comfortable in these than your heavy armor all the time.

[In theory, Hiro should probably be wearing at least some light armor but no. No Hiro's busy being unrealistic and trying to figure out how to replicate his own armor.]

[As long as he doesn't try putting Thrall in a head to toe barbie pink...]

My armor isn't uncomfortable... just a little hot, occasionally.

[Thrall that means it's uncomfortable.]

[And revoke the small amount of manliness he's earned since coming here? Absolutely not. That explanation just earns Thrall a very, very flat look.]

That's exactly my point. Come on, I promise it's going to be a lot better.

[He's already given up trying to convince Hiro that he's fine. That leaves... well.]

Is there a place I can change?

[You're welcome. He just points across the way toward what appears to be a changing area in this particular store.]

Pretty sure behind that curtain's your answer. [He doesn't seem bothered by any of this, but that may be because he's busy examining a t-shirt more his size.] Just try them. If you don't like them, then we'll put everything back and head out.

[... That changing area looks awful small. He takes a breath to steady himself.]

All right. [He snatches the things up and goes to... try them on.

It takes a while and it feels a bit weird, like when you bring your mom to Ross and you're stuck waiting outside next to weird mass-produced paintings for twenty minutes. He puts things on, determines if they're loose enough to breathe or not. Finds out the hard way that everything looks like a fucking muscle shirt. One of them actually rips, and he feels bad about it, so he just... leaves that one in the fitting room. His armor, light as he considers it to be, is a bit too bulky to just carry around; he takes another few minutes to arrange a delivery to the trading post, which is literally just down the road.

The most unfortunate thing is that he can't get his boots to fit with the jeans on. Somewhere between the changing room and finding Hiro, he picked up a pair of sandals and they're god-awful pink crocs. He tries to ignore them.]

Well, some of them fit.

[And Hiro patiently waits, occasionally wandering off to look at something else because he can be easily distracted when he sees something that catches his interest. In Hiro-time, it sort of feels like forever until Thrall comes out of the changing area.

He looks at him for a moment, head tilting as if he's determining how fine this actually is.

The shoes are a disaster but only because they're pink. His lips twitch a little as he fights a grin.]

Some's better than none. That looks better. And you can move better can't you? That's the whole point.

It feels tight, but the material is... stretchy in places. That is not something I am used to.

[He is not sure how this hooded thing is supposed to keep him warm. That's what the cloak is for, he supposes.]

It will do. ... Thank you for the assistance.

It'll be fine. [He lightly smacks Thrall's arm with the back of his hand and gestures for him to follow as he heads for the exit.] C'mon, the great wide and open's waiting for us. The spirits aren't going to mind your pink shoes.

[Lightly? Hiro could smack him hard and he probably wouldn't feel it through that tough skin of his.]

Yes, yes. I am coming, Hiro. [He plays with the zipper of the hoodie as they walk outside. Zip zip. Zip zip. Zip zip. The blazing sun reminds him of something, though, and he turns to look at Hiro seriously.]

For a long trip like this, I thought it might be better to leave the horses where they were. I can carry you in my wolf form and we can travel much further that way.

[Just... casually. "Yeah I'm a wolf."]

The only downside is that wolf mouths are not well-suited for conversation.

[But that would be mean and he doesn't want to be mean to Thrall :(

He opens his mouth to say something, probably something like "it's no big deal" or "screw horses" but his brain sort of stalls on the word wolf. He turns his head, eyes widening as that processes.

...sort of. Slowly. But processes.]

...wolf form? [Friends usually tell each other they can turn into wolves much sooner than months later, Thrall!] As in like...aroo-wolf?

[...because apparently the only way to describe wolves is by making stupid noises.]

[Thrall blinks a few times, then realizes he never told Hiro. He'd just... assumed... because it's a pretty basic shaman skill.]

I-- yes. I forgot to mention it, it seems. I'm sorry. It's how I travel without Snowsong, my companion.

[N o p e.]

Dude! How do you forget to mention that you have a wolf form? That's kind of a huge deal! [A pause.] Who's Snowsong?

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